Hear Me

5

5

My shoes clicked along the hard-tiled floor, my arm propped up by Hudson. I didn't expect to be back here for another medical appointment. But I suppose I better get used to it, with many more seeming to be in my future.

"How are you feeling today?" Hudson chimed, giving me a quick glance. I shrugged. I didn't feel much different; it was the same symptoms that I've had since I've been here.

He knocked on one of the doors nearby before inviting me in. Inside was a couple of people dressed in white coats. They all stood around, waiting for us to arrive.

A tense feeling flooded over me as the atmosphere of the room hit me. I could feel all eyes boring into me while I seated myself on the table. Suddenly, I was surrounded and everyone started to check me for various vitals.

Once they separated away from me, one said, "Someone will be in with you to continue the examination."

The door clicked open and they all shuffled out of the room. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh. I hate these check-ups. They always make me feel like I'm something on display, something that everyone is gawking at.

"Hello Sine."

My eyes shot open.

My mother strode into the room, with my father following quickly behind. An involuntary shiver sprinted down my spine at the sight of them. I shuffled back in my seat, closer to the wall. Their faces were stern and cold-looking. Their eyes were glued to me as they stood in front of me. It felt as if they were looming above me menacingly.

"Hello," I muttered quietly. My head began to hurt as my mind started to ring. I remember something. What is it?

"How is your memory today? Do you remember much from before your accident?"

Accident? No. Something isn't right about that accident.

I shrugged. Dad's eyes narrowed.

"Words," he chided.

"It's been okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What have you been able to remember?"

Should I be honest? I don't care if I've been told I'm delusional, the things I remember could have happened.

Making a quick decision, I replied carefully, "Some of my wedding, things like that. Hudson has filled me in on anything I'm confused on."

"Have you been taking your medication?"

I nodded. My mom scribbled something on a pile of papers before turning back to me. Dad cleared his throat, his eyes watching me closely.

"It's nice to have you back Sine."

My eyes widened. Back? If he's saying back, maybe then he means I wasn't always here. Unless...

Keeping my eyes large, I asked meekly, "What do you mean by back? I'm from here."

Mom's pen scribbled again. A hint of a smile danced on Dad's lips before he started to gather his things.